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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 18, 2007 6:16:56 GMT -5
Dark Matches
Match #1: Everyman and Mark “The Axe” Miller vs. “Outlaw” Jack Connor and Duke Cogburn
The Texans faced off against the former Dwight Gym team in a solid opener. Both teams looked evenly matched for the most part, the Texans' and their old school roughhouse style contrasting with the quick kicks of Miller, and Everyman's power. Each of the Texans kicked out of signifigant moves, Connor escaping a pin from a standing scissors axe kick from Miller, and Cogburn kicking out from a Workman's Compensation big boot from Everyman. In the end, experience triumphed over youth, as Connor kept the ring safe, as Cogburn put Everyman out with his Badman Sleeper.
Match #2: DNA vs. Sgt. Pilko
Nicholas Alger made a challenge last week for a Corporate Club member, and none other than Sgt. Pilko answered the call, sporting a new bald head, returning from his knee injury. Both big bulls started out with a bang, Pilko trading his fierce punches for Alger's sharp elbows, neither man yielding an inch. Later on, however, Alger's kicks made a signifigant difference, as he pummeled the tag specialist with hard roundhouse strikes to the head, repeadedly dropping him to the mat. DNA finally managed to lock on his Red Alert scissored kneebar, attacking Pilko's old weakness...but then, both "Corporate Idol" Jeffery Janson, and "Demolisher" Hugh Daniels ran in from the back, stomping Alger into submission, ending the match in a no contest. Things seemed bleak for Fallout's resident MMA expert, when "Mongolian Wolf Star" played over the PA, with Wolf rushing the ring, and chasing away all three Corporate members with a steel chair. Alger refused Wolf's hand after the save, snarling on his way to the back.
Match #3 Tonya “Tigress” Montana vs. The Masked Beauty.
The Masked Beauty was an independant wrestler, wearing a very revealing one piece swimsuit as her attire, showing off her shapely curves. This certainly got her over with the Fallout Fanatics in attendence, but not with the Tigress. The power lifter manhandled(no pun intended) her smaller opponent, ramming her into the corner posts, knocking her down repeatedly with harsh shoves, and quickly ended the contest with a stiff Tigress Buster(Bearhug Fisherman Buster). After the match, Montana literally kicked the Masked Beauty out of the ring forcibly, and once again challenged Ten-Ka to a match.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 6:58:49 GMT -5
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Mountain Debut Match Kirstin "The Mountain" Durden vs. Alexis Bijoux
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Fallout TV Title ?? vs. Tito "Firefly" Barron
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Ross Lambert vs. Angelo Giovanni
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Fallout Tag Titles The Drinkin Boys vs. The Royles
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Fallout Openweight Title Daniel Ness vs. Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint
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This is a Halberd II Production…
Fallout Super Short Edition!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 6:59:11 GMT -5
Segment: Opening Hype (Credit: Senator)
As the show begins, Biff Taylor is seen, with Daniel Ness and El Froggy Mask standing behind him, Ness holding his Openweight title, while Froggy is seen leaning against the trophy.
Ness: Hey, Frog Face, get off that!
Froggy: What if I don't wanna do it, Vanilla Face!
Ness: Look, you know just what I can do in that ring, in MY world! I can do just that to you again, if you cross my path!
Froggy: Ooooh, wow, El Froggy Mask is feeling the scary tingling here...
Biff: Enough! I didn't put you two here right now to bicker, I wanted to introduce all those dudes and dudettes to the one, the only, the Fastest Hour on Television, yeah, you're watching Fallout, baby! And what a show we got here tonight! Daniel Ness will face the legendary Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint for this here Openweight Title! The Royles will take their shot at the Drinkin Boys for the tag titles! And the Santana Family Group sent over their bright young protegy, Diego Santana to be the first contender to attempt to take the Television Title from new champion Marcus Curtis! Yeah, and that's not all! Upcoming new star "Mountain" Kirsten Carter's debuting in the womens's division, too!
Froggy: What about the Froggy Mask? That's important.
Biff: Fine, Froggy here is going to make his return in the ring, next show, against a mystery opponent. Not only that, but the Capitalists will also make their return to tag competition at that time too. It's an exciting time to be here on Fallout, that's a fact, you heard it right here from the Biffmeister himself, now let's get this show on the road!
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 6:59:32 GMT -5
Match: “The Mountain” Kirsten Carter v. “Cutie” Alexis Bijoux (Credit: Dalton)
*DING DING DING*
As we return to action in the Fallout arena, Iris is in the ring, making the pre-match announcements. Alexis Bijoux is already in the ring, her music dying down.
Iris: Introducing, from Baton Rouge, Louisiana, "Cutie" Alexis Bijoux!
The crowd gives her a little heel heat, but other then that, not much of a reaction for the crowd. What they are really waiting for is the debut of the new Fallout competitor. All eyes move to the ramp as Iris begins her introduction.
Iris: And, making her Fallout debut, hailing from Manhattan, New York, “The Mountain” Kirsten Carter!
Lights cut to black. As bright strobelights flash frantically upon the entryway, the single rimshot at the start of "Girl's Not Grey" by AFI rings sharply throughout the arena and the intro kicks into full swing. When the second guitar riff comes in, a platform from under the stage begins to slowly ascend, raising Kirsten Carter, her head draped under the hood of her jacket and the Irish flag draped over her shoulders. Once the lights come back on during the more subdued part of the intro, Kirsten grabs hold of the flag and pulls it off herself, being sure to dramatically sweep it in front of her. Pyro then rains down from the entryway as Kirsten takes her hood and flips it back to expose her face.
I'll lay me down tonight Much further down Swim in the calm tonight This art does drown
Kirsten begins to march down the entry ramp, touching hands with a few fans along the way. She hops onto the apron and spins around to blow a kiss toward the camera and enters the ring under the bottom rope.
What follows Me is the widest lace of light Will swallow whole Just begs to be imbrued What follows Has led me to this place where I belong With all erased What follows
Kirsten runs to all four turnbuckles and mounts each one right after the other, taunting enthusiastically or headbanging to rouse up the adoring crowd. She jumps back into the center of the ring, and the ref calls for the bell.
*DING*
Kirsten and Alexis lock up in the ring, with Alexis giving away into a side headlock by Kirsten. Miss Carter wrenches her hold into Alexis, causing Alexis to give a grunt in pain. Alexis gathers her wits quickly, and shoves Kirsten into the ropes. Kistern bounces back, ducking under a jumping Alexis. As Kirsten bounces back a second time, Alexis ducks down to avoid her. However, this was foreseen by Kirsten, who kicks Alexis in her shoulder. Alexis stands up in pain, allowing Kirsten to set up and hit an over-the-head belly-to-belly Carterplex. As Kirsten releases, she turns around, and quickly locks Alexis in a rear chin lock. This move isn’t so much done as to get her opponent, but Kirsten uses it as an effect-- and painful-- way to get her opponent back to her feet, driving her knee into Alexis’ back, forcing her to get up. Once they both reach their feet, Kirsten releases the chinlock and locks her arms around Alexis’ waist. She lifts up Alexis, arching her back, and delivering a German Carterplex. She holds the grip in a formation.
1! . . . 2! .
Alexis kicks out just after the two count, and tries to return to her feet, but is quickly put in a sleeper hold. Once again, Kirsten forces both of them to their feet. Kirsten warps her arms around Alexis’ waist again, and goes for a second German Carterplex, but is blocked. Alexis spins around behind Kirsten, locking her around Kirsten’s waist. Kirsten quickly delivers and elbow to Alexis, followed by a second and third, forcing the hold to be dropped. With Alexis left open, Kirsten reaches both her hands behind her, grabbing into a three-quarter facelock. She jumps and performs a backflip, landing her on her rear behind Alexis, delivering a fantastic Carter Cutter. From there, she keeps behind Alexis, locking in a rear-naked choke. She wraps her legs around Alexis, locking in the Miseria Cantare. Kirsten continually wrenches the hold in deeper, with Alexis fighting to get out. Alexis’ fight continues, but progressively becomes weaker. Slowly, Alexis appears to drift more and more out of consciousness, until her eyes shut. The referee raises her arm once, and its falls.
1!
He raises it again, this time it falling again.
2!
He raises the arm one last time, and lets go. Its falls limp to the mat.
3!
The referee signals for the bell, and Carter releases her hold, standing up. The referee checks on Alexis as Iris announces the winner.
Iris: Here is your winner, “The Mountain” Kirsten Carter!
The crowd, who has been behind Carter for the majority of the match, explode in noise. Carter looks back to her opponent, who is coming to, and allows her hand to be raised by the ref. She celebrates her victory in the ring, going to each turnbuckle in turn. Alexis rolls out of the ring and up the ramp, holding her back some. As she disappears behind the curtain, Kirsten finally rolls out of the ring. As she proceeds up the ramp, she blows kisses to the crowd and slaps hands with fans along the ramp way. She makes her way to the top of the ramp and turns around, giving the crowd one finally kiss before disappearing behind the curtain.
Fade to commercial.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 6:59:52 GMT -5
Segment: Hype (Credit: Ronnie)
*The Jaws Theme hits the speakers as ACW new guy Ronnie Barker comes down to a Fallout Arena for the first time, he raises his arms with a grumpy face on him, once he rolls into the ring, He gets a mic handed to him, the crowd don`t like him and start to boo quite a bit*
Ronnie Barker : Oh Shut it, ya bunch of Low class freak-a-zoids.
*The fans quiet down*
Ronnie Barker : You monkeys learn fast, now .... I`m Ronnie Barker, I`m the man thats gonna take the Fallout Roster for a VERY ... Bumpy ride. when I hit them with Unpretteirs, and make them tap to the Sharpshooter. It doesn`t matter what happens in my matches, everybody in this arena, and watching at home ... Knows that I`m the big shot, we play by MY rules, and nobody elses rules , Oh and don`t think I`ll be letting you off the hook ........ PREDATOR !!
*The fans boo more*
Ronnie Barker : Now yer probarly wondering were I got this accent, and were i came fae, well I`ll tell ya my amazing story. .... In 2004 I worked in Glasgow nightclubs as a bouncer, then one night, some bitch stabed ME IN THE SHOULDER BLADES .... so I was off for around 2 months, started wrestling at local gyms.... soon enough I started wrestling in a local fed called the G.A.W, Glasgow Amateur Wrestling .... but now I`m, here in Fallout, that IS until I prove myself here and move up to ACW.
*The fans start to boo heavily*
Ronnie Barker : Boo all you want, but like me or love me, you`ll all tune in ........... TO SEE ME ... and you all know it.
*The fans try hard not to agree by booing*
Ronnie Barker : And when I get to the top here ...... You will look back, and remember ...... That you were lucky enough to be the first people to see the greatness .... that IS Ronnie Barker.
*He`s looking very cocky but he himself knows that he has started quite old to be a huge wrestler* .. Ronnie Barker : Now I know the stories going around , There`s no such thing as a Scotsman that doesn`t like haggis ..... but I do, coz haggis is like me, and there can only be one me .... it`s like me because .... You look at it, and you think it looks a disgrace, then you taste it .. And you absolutely love It. AND YOU WILL ..... Love me when you see me in action !. and I`ll prove it when I DO win the Junior Championship Title ... You`ll see
*The fans start shouting "get to fuck" chants*
Ronnie Barker : Sure enough, it will be wierd starting at the bottom again ..... since I`m already i three time tag champ in other feds ..... but here, in the ACW, I promise to win my first EVER single title. I promise to do tha for AAAALLLLL you loyal fans of mine.
*The fans boo more*
Ronnie Barker : Thank you , thank you very much, you fans are to good to me.
*The Jaws theme plays and Ronnie Barker leaves to a chor of boos*
RONNIE BARKER ..... COMING TO FALLOUT
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:00:10 GMT -5
Match: Marcus Curtis vs. Tito Barron (Credit: XS3)
Tito Barron is already in the ring and the sounds of “Happy” by Mudvayne start up, sending the crowd into a frenzy of cheers.
Iris: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is for the Fallout Television Championship! Introducing first, residing in Trenton, New Jersey, weighing in at 212 lbs, he is the Fallout Television Champion, Marcus Curtis!”
Curtis comes out from the back with a spring in his step, high-fiving the fans he passes before entering the ring. He holds up the TV title towards Barron.
Iris: “And his opponent already in the ring, from Santiago, Chile, weighing in at 175 lbs, he is Tito ‘Firefly’ Barron!”
Bell rings.
Curtis lunges towards Barron and lays into him with a series of rapid-fire kicks. Barron is unable to defend himself against the flurry and he is forced back into the corner. Curtis then springs up to the second rope and delivers a kick to the side of Barron’s head before whipping him into the opposite corner. Barron manages to avoid a running attack by sidestepping the charging Curtis. Barron then leaps up and nails a big tornado DDT, planting Curtis for a two count. Barron then picks up Curtis by his hair and whips him off the ropes. He prepares for a back body drop but Curtis counters with a sunset flip, gaining a two count. Barron is then picked up and dropped to the canvas with a big calf kick for a two count.
Barron suddenly kips up from the canvas and arm drags Curtis to the canvas before nailing a dropkick that nearly gives Curtis whiplash. Barron quickly covers but only gets two. The crowd begins chanting “Curtis! Curtis! Curtis!” and they rekindle a fire inside Curtis, who ducks under an attempted spinning wheel kick and delivers a hurracanrana for a two count. Curtis then picks up Barron and positions him for a brainbuster that connects. Curtis then pulls up Barron, who punches Curtis in his midsection and goes behind Curtis, looking for a back suplex. However, Curtis backflips out of the maneuver and grabs Barron in an inverted front facelock. Curtis then spins, much to the delight of the crowd, and connects with the Karibu. The move is enough to put Barron down for the three count.
Iris: “Here is your winner and still Fallout Television Champion, Marcus Curtis!”
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:00:31 GMT -5
Segment: Continuum - A Monologue (Credit: Hunter)
The scene fades in slowly, and when it does we are treated to a glimpse of the pleasant looking face of "The Gambler" Nick Valentino. He walks nonchalantly down the Fallout hallways, flipping an ace of spades playing card between his right index and middle finger. He stops after a few seconds, and then leans down to tie his shoe...and at that moment a steel chair flies over his head. He rises up suddenly and looks behind him to see the chair fly into the wall, and eventually stop. He raises an eyebrow, and then turns before him to see an empty hallway.
Valentino: ...erm...hello?
Silence greets him warmly, and yet he is still uncomfortable, so he turns around and starts heading in the opposite direction. Suddenly, another steel chair flies out, and this one barely hits him in the head before joining its fallen brethren on the other side of the hallway. Valentino spins around, and there is still nothing.
Valentino: Damn it, Doyle, is that you?
There is yet another silence, and then Valentino begins to walk away again, until he spins around and kicks a chair away from him.
Valentino: Doyle, you've really gotta get more original than this if you want to---
Before he can finish, a large figure turns around the corner and begins to charge at him, steel chair held high before him.
Doyle: KKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMMMMIKAAAAAAAAZEEEEEEE!!!
Valentino steps aside a few seconds before Doyle charges into him, and "The Rounder" continues charging until he runs head first (or rather, chair first, head second) into the wall. He recoils after the initial shock, and then falls down onto the ground.
Doyle: ...fucking hell, it worked in 'Nam!
Valentino raises an eyebrow.
Valentino: You were in 'Nam?
Doyle laughs loudly.
Doyle: Fuck no, man, I just watch the History Channel!
Valentino rolls his eyes, and then extends a hand towards Doyle.
Doyle: Get that fucking Commie hand away from me you sheep eating cocksucker!
Valentino backs up slightly, shaking his head. Doyle rises after a few difficult moments, and then clears his throat before addressing Valentino again.
Doyle: You should be dead right now, damn it.
Valentino: You're not gonna kill me by charging at me while yelling "KAMIKAZE!!!"
Doyle: ...but I can try.
Valentino says nothing.
Doyle: REGARDLESS, I know I'm missing at least one thing to kick your punk ass...but what?
Valentino smirks slightly. He knows exactly that whatever he says now, he will say it out of jest.
Valentino: Maybe you need a powerful monologue?
Doyle: No thanks, I can see perfectly clear with my right eye.
Valentino: Not a monocle, dip shit, a monologue.
Doyle: What in blue bloody fucking crap hell is a goddamn asinine monologue?
So many curses, so little time...
Valentino: It's when one guy talks for a really long time without being interrupted. You know, like in some random war movie when the general stands before his troops and gives them an inspirational speech, or the lead character tells the evil character how he plans to kill him, or something.
Doyle: You mean like that Braveheart kinda shit?
Valentino: Sure.
Doyle nods slightly, and then grabs a chair and walks over to the corner, facing it and mumbling to himself.
Valentino: What are you---
Doyle: Shut the fuck up you frog licking boner!
Valentino silences from fear, but not the fear of what Doyle will do...more around the lines of "fear of what Doyle will say." He stands silently for a moment, and then Doyle turns around again, chair still in hand.
Doyle: Okay, I've got it.
Valentino: Let's hear---
Doyle: DON'T INTERRUPT MY MONOCLE YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE!!!
Silence. Valentino takes a step back, and Doyle clears his throat.
Doyle: Throughout the years of man, we have done battle. Battle on the lowest plains and battle on the highest mountains, or battles in the deepest seas and battles in the farthest skies. No two battles have ever been the same, but the people fighting them have. For we are men, and men are all the same in combat...simply overzealous and cocky soldiers who wish to achieve nothing else but victory. And what we have ourselves now is a battle, a battle between the sharpest of minds, and the lowest of wits. You, sir, have bested me in the game I know best. But that does not make you better than me. On the contrary, it makes me better than you.
Valentino raises an eyebrow, but this does not stop Doyle from continuing.
Doyle: Your ill-gotten and godforsaken attempts at besting me are idiotic, for when I lose, I find myself a target, and I stay on his ass all day, riding it...erm...when I find a target, I'll never let him survive! And by defeating me in my own game...through CHEATING, I might add...you have infuriated me enough to mark you with the title..."Death to You." And this is the worst title one can have, besides of course "Electric Boogaloo." So what does all of this mean? It means that YOU, Mr. Hophead, are a dead man, whereas I will continue to prosper in the world of professional wrestling, and in the world of the greatest game ever played...POKER. So I can now leave you with only one simple message:
He closes his eyes deeply as Valentino observes cautiously.
Doyle: DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE!!!!!!!!!!!
Doyle lunges at Valentino with the steel chair, but Valentino side steps, trips Doyle, and causes the latter to land on the chair face first. Doyle rises in anger, throwing the chair aside.
Doyle: Fucking fuck, you fucker, I fucking had your fucking fuck ass fuck, and you fucking fucked up my fucking fucker fuck for fuck's sake!
Valentino: ...well, that certainly illustrates the diversity of the word.
Doyle: YOU TOLD ME I COULD GET YOU!
Valentino: No, I said a monologue might help. Apparently, it did not. Best of luck to you.
Valentino pats Doyle on the shoulder, and then walks down the hall. He smiles to himself, pleased with the work he has accomplished. After a few short moments, a steel chair flies off to his right, and he chuckles.
Valentino: A bit to the left, Doyle.
He continues to walk, chuckling some more when he hears cries of agony arise from behind him, these cries clearly belonging to the Rounder himself. Valentino has no idea how this feud will end, but he knows that eventually they will find themselves in opposite corners of the illustrious squared circle. Perhaps he should get this contest started sooner than later...
Fade Out
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:00:50 GMT -5
Match: Ross Lambert vs Angelo Giovanni (Credit: Lambert)
Falling Away From Me by KoRn hits as out steps Ross Lambert, he runs down and slides into the ring before politely asking Iris Yoon for the microphone, she hands it over and he raises it to his mouth.
Ross: Well last week it was Franchi$e who was calling the shots and now it’s MY TURN. But this time I have a select target in mind, somewhat of a big name right here in ACW Fallout. I tonight am calling out…
The lights dim-down as he crouches down.
Fisher: Oh My God! I wonder who it’s going to be!
Ross throws himself up while throwing his voice out.
Ross: The I-Talian Stallion… ANGELO!!! GIIIOOOOOOVAAAANNIII!!! Angelo. I want you in this ring RIGHT. NOW! Get out here unless you’re the Italian Chicken!
Ross starts to imitate a chicken as the crowd begin to boo, after a few seconds he stops.
Ross: Well, looks like a forfeit… Here is your winner…. RAAAAAAAAWWWSSSSSSS… LAAAMB-
Citizen Erased by Muse hits the speakers and out steps Angelo Giovanni.
Fisher: WOW! This could be the confidence destroyer for Mr. Lambert.
He runs down to the ring but Ross storms at the rope and base-ball slides into Giovanni sending him down.
Bardo: Some may see it as an underhanded tactic but whatever, anything goes when you’re in that ring.
Ross stamps the living crap out of AG. Ross throws AG into the steel-steps, his back-smashing into them. Ross pulls up his dazed opponent and throws him into the ring. He rolls in and hooks the legs of AG.
ONE!!
TWO!!
Angelo gets his leg on the bottom rope as the crowd pop. Ross goes to punch Angelo in the face but Angelo rolls out of the ring, Ross gets to full standing and Angelo pulls Ross of his feet from out-side, he hops into the ring.
Fisher: Wow, Angelo might just be on the rise-up here.
Angelo pulls up Ross and hits a Power-slam before hooking the leg.
ONE!
TWO!
T-
Nope! Ross is out. Angelo lays into Ross before hitting him with several vicious blows to the back, as Ross stumbles down Angelo hoists up Ross for… CRASH! A German Suplex pin!
ONE!
TWO!
Nope! Ross just busts out the pin. Ross picks himself up as AG rebounds off the ropes for a Running Back Brain Lariat but Ross dodges and hits a Spinning Side-Slam before pointing at his downed opponent and yelling.
Ross: YOU WANT SOME?!
Bardo: Ross yelling “You Want Some” but it was in-fact Ross that called out Angelo Giovanni.
Ross picks up AG and throws him at the opposite ropes while he rebounds off the nearest and leaps for a Headscissors Take-Down.
Fisher: Ross showing some agility there.
Ross then picks up the downed opponent and looks to throw him at the ropes but AG comes back with his own whip and leans down for a Side-walk Slam but Ross lifts up his knee viciously sending AG crashing onto his back, saliva flying into the distance.
Bardo: WOW! That has gotta’ hurt.
Fisher: You can say that again!
Ross grabs AG by his arm and pulls him to his feet before putting him on the ropes, he rebounds off the opposite ropes and attempts to clothesline him over but AG rolls out of the way, Ross expecting this leaps onto the ropes and springboards off for a Leaping Clothesline sending AG crashing onto his back.
Fisher: Woah. I think AG’s hurting badly after that one!
Ross pulls up the fallen AG but gets pulled off his feet.
Bardo: I think AG might be trying to fight into this one.
The fans start stamping their feet in time to try and get AG motivated. AG picks up his fallen opponent and hooks for… Italian Whack!!! WOW! AG crashes onto his back and Ross is face-down, he looks to be out-cold but looks can be deceiving. AG rolls over Ross and hooks both legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THR- NO!
Ross narrowly gets the shoulders up to booing. “An-gel-O!” break out as AG looks down at Ross and thinks it’s time he lifts up the large frame over his shoulders in a Reverse Death Valley Driver position as the crowd pop.
Fisher: YES! I’ve seen this before, it’s The Italian Decimator time!
As AG uses his strength to try and flip over his opponent, Ross regains his sense of awareness and flips off, he pulls AG back by his hair and lariats him to the ground to booing, he then pulls him up again and smashes him (Open-Palm) right in the nose.
AG collapses into a seating position and boots him right into the jaw laying him out in the middle of the ring. Ross ascends the turnbuckle to hatred from the crowd and thunders off the top for a V-I-C-I-O-U-S Knee-Drop right on the mark, the knee smashing into AG’s face. As Ross moves his knee you can see blood all down his leg and as we zoom into AG’s face you can see blood pouring out.
Ross pulls up the downed Italian Stallion and hits a snap DDT, he rolls up to a standing position again and hits an Implant DDT, rolling up again he hits a Impaler DDT and then hitting a Spinning DDT, he then backs into a corner and hits a NASTY Tornado DDT. He hoists up his opponent over in the Crucifix Powerbomb position before throwing him down, smashing his back into the mat.
AG yells out in pain as Ross runs over to the ropes and stands on the middle, holding onto the top with one hand, raising his left-hand in the air and clawing down the air. Picking up his downed opponent he throws AG down with Silence of the Lambs (Arm-Drag Suplex).
Blood is down AG’s chest and formulating little pools here and there around the ring. Ross looks to hit Crippling Losses but AG counters out, he kicks Ross in the gut and OH WAIT! AG hoists up Ross and looks to hit… AI! CEE. DEE!
As he spins Ross around Ross counters into a Crippling Losses DDT to the rage of the crowd, Ross revels in the anger as AG is damn well-nearly knocked out. Ross picks up the downed opponent by his head, he tilts side-ways and hooks the leg so he has AG in the Crossbody Hold Position, as he backs into the corner he steps up the ropes until he’s sat middle-rope, he stands as high as he can.
He looks about ready for the XG-K9! He’s about to jump off when AG finds his feet and counters into a Top-Rope Northern Lights Suplex! Ross is down after viciously hitting the mat. AG climbs up the turnbuckle and raises his arms and let’s out a yell…
AG: MAMAMIAAAAAAA!!!!
He’s about to spin around but he’s pulled back, Ross is standing on the second rope and he has AG on the top in a Dragon-Sleeper position, AG falls down as Ross hooks the leg and jumps off and spins around.
Bardo: THAT’S IT! That’s the CHAOS THEORY!
Fisher: This is it!
Ross hooks in the pin as the ref makes the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Iris Yoon: Here is your winner… ROSS. LAMBERT.
Ross lets go and pulls himself over Iris and asks for the mic, he hands over.
Bardo: Wow! That loud mouth Ross never has enough to say.
Ross: Thank you guys for witnessing this! I want you to know my path of destruction starts here with this so-called Italian Stallion. He thinks he has what it takes to be a star? I’m here to bring some much needed animalistic rage into Fallout and there’s NOTHING that anybody in the back can DO ABOUT IT!!
Falling Away From Me hits the speakers as Ross rolls out of the ring. Soon later AG pulls himself up and the fans applaud his effort.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:01:59 GMT -5
Segment Title: “Like A Stone” (Credit: Michael)
“You’ve got that ‘new girl’ look about you.”
“We can get away with anything here. Anything.”
“I would so totally lose it without you.”
“I think she has a crush on me...but I told her I’m not like that.”
“You don’t know my parents. I can’t have them turn against me.”
“Are you going to see him again?”
“I will never love anyone like this again. You know that. But there can be no more of this. It’s time we grew out of this. It’s just not right anymore.”
“I am not in love with a GIRL! I am in love with Sophie! And she is...she is in love with me because she is mine and I am hers and NEITHER OF US ARE LESBIANS!”
“WHORE! This is who you want to be?! You don’t love him!”
“SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S DEAD! SHE’S DEAD! I...killed her.”
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"I want to talk to you."
"I'm not in the mood."
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"Kiki."
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"Kiki, how are you?"
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"I miss you, Kiki."
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"What are you doing?"
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"What are you doing, idiot?"
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"That'll kill you."
"Fuck you."
"You're doing this because of me."
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My name is Kirsten. I'm kind of a big deal. I'm about to wrestle my first match in a big time promotion. To most people I'm known as Kirsten Carter. To most people I'm a youthful example of confidence and excellence. To one person I'm simply Kiki.
I staggered back to my hotel room to rest. For whatever reason, training that night was far more taxing than usual. Lucky for me my trip to sanctuary was quiet. Tonight I managed to get my rest earlier than usual.
Sunday is traditionally a day of rest. Why is it that every Monday it becomes a struggle to get out of bed?
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:02:19 GMT -5
~~~
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
~~~
The other day I stopped at a Speedway for gas and some extra items. I bought a sandwich to satisfy my stomach and a Sprite to get me through the rest of the trip. Even though my necessities were filled, I still felt a void. It was like an itch across my body. I could scratch, but it'd make its way to my back where I couldn't reach and I'd be forced to give in and accept it that it was there and was to live uncomfortably for a while. I laid down a few dollars and bought another carton of Marlboros.
I hate smoking. When I was younger, my family and friends always said it was an expensive habit. "It's a dirty habit," they'd say. But they never could tear themselves away to justify their warnings. They were hypocrites. I understand their desire to see me fulfill my life by other means, but what is left for a woman like me? I'm a woman who has money, fame, and success. Yet I have an itch and nicotine helps to soothe that irritant.
A girl walked up to the counter. She was barely eight years old. She tugged my shirt as I took my cigarettes.
"I've seen you before."
I ignored her as I walked away.
"You're Kirsten Carter! My dad’s a close follower of the indy scene."
Her persistence forced me to stop. I turned my head and glared at her in the hopes I would scare her.
"My dad calls you bad things. He says you shouldn't be allowed to compete."
I wanted to strangle her. I hate kids.
"But I think you're cool. I think you're a good wrestler."
Those were words I don't usually hear. I'd almost missed them.
"You're smart too."
That was a new one.
"Why are you smoking?"
I snapped back to reality.
"What?"
"Smoking is disgusting. It makes your breath smell dirty."
"Because I can, kid."
"It's bad for you too. My uncle can't play with me because he can't breathe real good. My mom said it was because he smoked for a long time."
"I appreciate the concern but-"
"If you keep smoking you won't be able to wrestle so good and do all those cool jumps that I like."
"What's it matter to you, kid? I'll do what I want. Go find your mom."
"My name's Susie and I want to be strong and cool like you. I want to put people in headlocks and give them the All Falls Down just like you. My mom doesn't like wrestling, though. She thinks you're a bad influence."
"You're mother's right, Susie. I'm no role model."
"But you're Kirsten Carter. You're one of the best. Who else do I have to look up to?"
"Your dad? Your local state patrol? Superman? I don't care as long it's not me."
I walked out the door and opened my carton. I dug out a cigarette and perched it on my lips.
"Ms. Carter-"
The kid startled me.
"Leave me alone."
"You're normal like everyone else, but you're a wrestler. I think that's cool. You're like Batman."
I felt a headache. I groaned and knelt down beside Susie.
"Kid-"
"Susie."
"Susie, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but you really should learn how to pick your heroes. I'm a dirty rotten scoundrel. I hurt people for a living."
"But-"
"I've hurt a lot of people and a lot of those people I've cared about. I'm not very happy about it. That's not something to live up to. Be a policeman or an astronaut. If you want to be a wrestler, be a BK or a Kudo. Don't be me.”
"But-"
"That's it. Now go away because you're really annoying the piss out of me."
I then walked away. The kid teared up a little and it took all of me to not turn and look at her. I refrained from lighting up within eyesight.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:02:41 GMT -5
~~~
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"I told you people looked up to you."
~~~
My hands are soiled in people's blood. And why? I remember that night and that dream. My hands wrapped around her neck. Every muscle in my body quivering with anger and it was anger out of fear. It was the fear that I didn't have what was necessary to do what I needed. I felt it was necessary to fight fire with fire and withdraw from guilt to start this career of mine.
I had a dream where I strangled the life out of the woman I loved. All of my positive feelings—love, kindness, compassion—were personified in her shade. She begged me to do it if I felt it was necessary. I tried to convince myself I had what it took to move on by myself, but the selfishness in me reached out and killed her. My skin burned while my heart froze.
I didn't feel like a human being. I felt like something else. Something scary.
Since then I've been burying doubt under various things. Liquor, cigarettes, whatever. I tread in circles carrying the weight of my sins. Everyday it's the same.
Now my guilt is like a boiling pot. My anger and contempt for my own self has begun to boil over and it's getting harder and harder to hide.
~~~
Click!
Flick!
Fss!
Breathe.
Smoke.
"Why do you put so much pressure on yourself?"
~~~
To the world she is Alexis Bijoux. To me she's another challenger. Shallow words. She's just another face. She doesn't know it yet, but she's not the great warrior she builds herself up to be. Is she hungrier than any other wrestler? I've seen people put through worse hell than a little heartbreak and tag teaming with Stark. Is she more talented than anyone else? I've wrestled better.
"Then why are you afraid of her?"
I hate her. I'm not afraid of her.
"Then why are you so desperate?"
I'm not desperate. The woman is a loser. She doesn’t deserve to face me.
"You doubt the will of a desperate woman."
Of course, I do.
"Then would you doubt yourself?"
What?
~~~
I stared nervously at the phone a little over an hour as I clenched a crumpled, little parchment in my hand. I stretched out my hand and touched the receiver. My hand slowly wrapped around it plastic cover and I picked it up. My shaking hands held the phone to my ear as I glanced down at the scribbles on the paper in my hand. I punched the numbers on the paper into the phone and the familiar ring blared into my left ear.
Nervously I fumbled in my pocket as I searched for my Zippo lighter.
Click!
"Hello, you've reached the residence of Sophia Wylde."
The click was not that of my escape into the glow of my lighter. It was the saving grace of her voice.
"Sophie! Hello?"
"I'm sorry. I'm not home right now, but if you'd like to leave a message, please leave a message after the beep."
A thousand curses filled my head as my mind scrambled to think of the things I needed to say rather than what my ego wanted to say. I failed as I quickly slammed the phone.
"What am I doing?" I asked myself. I buried my head in my hands and shook. "Why am I putting myself through all of this again?"
So quick was I to invest my safety in her presence that when I failed I crashed. My profession continues to push me to the edge.
~~~
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
"Then why did you tell everyone our secret?"
"I was afraid. Afraid you’d be happy with him."
~~~
I reached over and touched her face as she slept. It felt real. That's what my mind told me. I pulled the hair from in front of her face and tucked behind her ear. I wanted to say, "Wake up." I wanted her to so I'd be the first thing she saw. But at that moment, as she lay sleeping peacefully, there was no need to disturb her.
My hand slid down and stopped at her neck. My grip tightened. My fingers pressed into her neck, choking her. And what of the feeling I had? Was it anger?
I wanted her to wake up, but she didn't. She continued to rest. She was probably dreaming about me. She was dreaming about me sweeping her off of her feet like some suave debonair. She was dreaming about those words.
As much as I wanted to say those words I had to escape this grip on my life quickly. But why didn't she wake up? Why didn't she object to this attack? I tried to do the same before and succeeded. Or did I?
Her eyes opened and I felt a horrible terror as she mouthed the word, "Hello."
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I sat up in my bed and jarred myself awake. I threw myself out of bed and knocked the phone off of the bed-side table on my way down to the floor.
Bzzzt!
Bzzzt!
Bzzzt!
I grabbed the cursed device and climbed back up to my bed. I held the receiver over the hook, but I was suddenly stricken with the motivation to dial a number and talk.
"If you'd like to make a call, please hang up and-"
Click!
Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!
Ring!
Ring!
Ring!
"Hello, you've reached the residence of Sophia Wylde. I'm sorry. I'm not home right now, but if you'd like to leave a message, please leave a message after the beep."
I sighed again, but I was not to be defeated by a damned answering machine.
Beep!
"Sophie, it's me. I was..."
I suddenly realized I didn't know what to say. My mind went blank and began to pull the phone away from my ear.
"Kiki."
"God, I am glad to hear that name."
"I assume you need to talk?"
"Yeah, I'm sorry about the call at three in the morning."
"It's okay."
"No, seriously I know that I must have put you through so much."
"I guess you could say that."
"How have you been?"
"I'm alright. I'm tired."
"Me too."
I sang the word "awkward" in my head as silence prevailed the phone line.
"I'm sorry that I called you. I don't know what to say anymore."
"That's okay. What have you been up to? It's not everyday somebody tells the world her ex is dead then after two years calls her at 3 A.M."
"I did that, didn't I?"
"Well, everyone heard you shout it all throughout the streets, and ever since people have looked at me like I'm a ghost."
"That must be a pain."
"No, it freaks people out. It's kind of cool. I don't have to make faces to scare children anymore."
"You mean your normal face alone isn't enough to frighten small children?"
"Hey, bud, remember you're the one who called me."
I could hear her laughing on the end of the line.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:03:06 GMT -5
"I miss hearing you laugh."
"Well, it's your problem you don't hear it more often."
"I know."
"Are you ready for Saturday?"
"I keep telling myself that I am."
"But you're not."
"How can you tell?"
"Because I can hear the doubt in your voice. Besides people don't get calls this late unless there's trouble."
"I've got my doubts about my match."
"What makes you say that?"
"I don’t know if I have the heart."
"That sounds like a problem. I guess you should stand back and let her win."
"But if I do that everything that's been said about my career will be true. I won't deserve to be called a superstar. Everything I've done to get here would be a waste. All the years I've worked non-stop would be a waste."
"Why do you care if it's a waste?"
"Because I don't want my life to be a waste. I don't want to be forgotten because some kid has more edge than I do."
"Kid? You're only nineteen. You're not old enough to call anyone a kid.'"
"I've devoted my life to becoming the consummate wrestler, and if that's taken away then what will I be? A schmuck. Who remembers Nick Wadden anyway?"
"Who?"
"My point exactly. You don't know about the dream I had, do you?"
"No, I don't think so."
"The night right before I left for Gleason’s Gym, I had a dream. You were in it. You were in a hospital bed. I talked to you. It was conversation much like this one. I told you that I didn't know if I could sink to the level of the countless people trying to claw their way up the ladder of the wrestling world. Then you sacrificed yourself. You let me strangle you and said that I put all of my positive feelings of kindness and compassion in you. Killing you in my dream was my way of abandoning those qualities. Your inspiration helped me get to where I am now, but I've never felt good about it. That was why I told everyone you were dead."
Her end went silent. She hated me.
"I understand you're angry. I thought I should tell you. I'll hang up and leave you alone. For good this time."
"Kiki, don't."
"Sophie, don't keep me hanging like this."
"I'm not trying to. I know you and I have our differences. What you want can't be what I want. What I'm saying is that we can't be together."
"And you're telling me this now?"
"You've known it can't be for a long time. At least your family is still willing to talk to you.”
"Would you let it die already?"
"That's just you. You're always trying to run away. You're about to embark on a career in a multi-million dollar wrestling promotion, but you're always trying to find the cheapest way out of your problems. You complain about trivial things and bail out of them. You get matches handed to you and complain. I've seen you smoking too. What's up with that? You made me quit."
"It's not a habit I'm happy about."
"Then why do you do it? Why do you do any of it?"
A thousand answers filled my head. Unfortunately, I didn't have time to try out nine hundred ninety-nine of them to find the right one.
"I don't know why. I just do. I have made mistakes, Sophie, and I deal with them. I was a desperate woman. I'm a desperate woman now. I realize now that I can't throw away my humanity for a piece of leather and metal. To be the champion is so much more. That's why everyone hates me as much as John Cena. I'm a bitch. I said it. I'm a bitch. You can call me every name in the book and I won't deny it. I'm sick of being desperate. I can't throw you away like that. You are a part of me now. And even if this is the end, then I guess it wasn't a waste."
"It took you two years to say that?"
"I wanted to say it so bad, but I couldn't. I don't want to be hollow anymore. I just want to hear you those words."
"What?"
"Sophie, I betrayed our spirit. I turned everyone against you. I turned on you and abandoned you. I told everyone you were dead. I choked in my dreams. I called you a whore in front of your friends and family. These are mistakes that I regret. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sophie, for every damned thing I've done to waste your life."
I felt a headache. My sinuses ached. I clutched the phone tightly as I waited for her to say something. I prayed for her to say that it was alright. I couldn't stand the hollow feeling anymore. I was tired of taking it easy. I wanted this last chance to make things right so that these years of torture would be over.
"Sophie? Are you there?"
Click!
~~~
I didn't sleep.
Was it forgiveness I was looking for? Or was I looking for a shoulder to cry on?
I spent two years worrying about her, and it was finally over. Sophia was gone. She shut me out.
The sex a few weeks ago? It was the last time we were truly together. A fine send-off.
Her visit at the training facility last week? She gave me her number. She told me to call her.
She planned it. She knew what was going on. She learned enough about me to know what I'm thinking at all times, yet I couldn't understand her.
I had spent six years depending on her support and everything she gave me to keep going. And when she was gone, I was a hollow shell.
That's when it hit me. It was time to stop living for someone else. Crying over my own damned mistakes will never help.
Sophia didn't hang up because she hated me. She knew that saying, "I forgive you," wouldn't help me.
I accept it. I suddenly knew what had to be done. My entire career up to that might have been a sick joke, but I wasn't going to let it continue.
I'm sick of being depressed. I'm sick of being desperate. I'm sick of being hollow. From now on, I'm going act like I deserve to be alive.
Swish!
That was the sound of my cigarettes being tossed in the trash can.
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:03:41 GMT -5
Match: Royles vs Drinkin Boys (Credit: Freeman)
As we come back, both teams are already in the ring.
Bell Rings
Ben Drinkin runs forward as soon as the match starts, and begins punching Ivor Biggins…and it seems that these two are going to start as the legal men. The referee manages to get Afternoon Drinkin and Pat McGroin to leave the ring, but not before Ivor manages to hit a low blow to Ben behind the ref’s back. Ben stops his offense in pain for a second, and Ivor is able to take advantage of the situation by hitting a hard scoop slam. Ben hits the ground hard, and looks to get up, but Ivor obviously wants to make sure that Ben can not get an advantage in the match, and he begins mudhole stomping him multiple times. Eventually though, Ben is able to get to his feet. Ivor goes for a punch, but Ben blocks it and hits rapid chops to the neck, and then hits a jawbreaker. Ivor is groggy, but he is still on his feet…until Ben hits him with a lariat, that knocks him down. Ben walks over to his corner and takes in Afternoon. Ivor sees Afternoon tagged in, and as he gets up to go on the offense, he is quickly knocked back down as Afternoon hits him with a hard open palm slap to the chest.
Ivor hits the ground, and Afternoon waits behind him, and as soon as Ivor reaches his feet, Afternoon looks to be going for the Molson Lock, but as soon as he reaches for Ivor’s arms, Ivor ducks and manages to hit a drop toe hold. Afternoon stumbles for a second and falls, and Ivor is quick to make the tag to Pat. Pat enters the ring, and as Afternoon tries to get to his feet, Pat hits him with a few punches, and a soccer kick to the back. Afternoon is in pain and Pat tries to get the pin, but it is only a two count. Pat continues to punch Afternoon, hoping to not let him get up to his feet, but Afternoon begins to slowly rise, although he is being punched. As Pat goes for another one, all of a sudden Afternoon grabs him by the throat…and hits a choke toss. Pat goes flying across the ring, and Afternoon waits for Pat to get up. When he does, Afternoon charges forward and hits him with the Size 16 Big Boot. He goes for the pin…1….2…and Ivor runs in and breaks it up.
Ivor and Pat begin both punching Afternoon, and Ben comes in to save him. Before he can reach Afternoon, Pat leaves Ivor to continue to attack and goes over to Ben. He begins punching him until he is against the ropes, and then clotheslines him to the outside of the ring. Now isolated, Afternoon tries to do his best to fight off the Royales, and as he gets up he manages to shove Ivor out of the way, and as he turns to get to Pat, he finds himself the victim of the Hand of God! Biggins hits a jumping kick to the face, and Ivor sweeps the leg, and Afternoon is taken to the ground. The referee finally manages to get Ivor to leave the ring, and as he turns around Pat is pinning. The ref counts… 1 . . . 2 . . . And Afternoon kicks out. Pat reacts angrily, and on the outside Ben finally gets up and gets on the apron, though Pat rushes forward and quickly knocks him off, as the crowd boos. Afternoon is on the ground, and Pat waits for him to slowly get up. And just as Afternoon is about to fully rise to his feet, Pat plants him back to the ground with a DDT. He then makes the tag to Ivor, who enters the ring, ready to take care of Afternoon while he is unable to fight back. As Afternoon gets on the ground, Ivor gets behind him and manages to get him into a sitting position, before locking in a sleeper hold, trying to knock the big man out. The referee looks to see if Afternoon is done, but he begins to shake his arm a bit, and get to a standing position, and Ivor tries his hardest to get him back down. Afternoon has the size advantage however, and he gets to a standing base before slamming Ivor down with a backdrop. He goes over and tags in Ben.
The fans begin to cheer, as Ben ascends to the top rope. As soon as Ivor reaches his feet, Ben jumps off with the super superkick, and it knocks Ivor right back down. Pat runs into the ring, but Ben has momentum on his side and he hits the Drunken Dive as Pat tries to attack. Afternoon enters the ring now, looks to Ben and both him and Ben demonstrate why they are the champions as Ben hits Pat with the fireman’s carry to double knee gutbuster, and Afternoon hits Ivor with the Fireman’s carry to flapjack. As the challengers are down, both Ben and Afternoon go on the attack. The referee has lost control of the match.
Eventually, the Royales reach their feet and Ivor hits an eye rake on Afternoon, which stuns him. Ben goes to attack, but Ivor hits him with a backbreaker as Pat hits a legdrop. With Ben down, Ivor goes up for the Vertical Limit, but out of nowhere comes Afternoon, and he begins to choke Ivor. Pat tries to break it up, but Afternoon hits a big boot knocking him down. Afternoon then chokeslams Ivor off of the top rope! He begins to go for the pin…before realizing that he is not the legal man, so he goes over to Ben and drags Ben on top of Ivor. The ref begins to count… 1 . . . 2 . . . And Ivor somehow manages to get his feet on the rope. Afternoon turns around, and sees Pat about to attack, so he tries to hit the Canadian Spinebuster, but Pat escapes his grip, and hits the Zidane’d! Afternoon is groggy, but he doesn’t quite fall, and Pat hits it again, causing Afternoon to go crashing down. Pat holds his head because he hit him hard, and takes a minute to lean against the ropes. Afternoon rolls outside the ring, and Pat looks to pursue him, but the referee steps in. Both legal men are pretty out in the middle of the ring, so the ref is finally able to get the match under control, but not without an argument. Pat goes to his corner, and the ref begins to focus his attention to the men in the ring, but Pat begins to argue about having to exit the ring. During this, Ivor and Ben have both reached their feet. Ben goes for a punch, but before he can, he gets poked in the eyes! Ivor then rolls him up in a small package completing the one-eyed monster. The referee turns around and begins to count… 1 . . . 2 . . . And out of nowhere Afternoon manages to get in the ring and break it up. He recovered from the headbutts, but the referee is determined to not let this match revert back to the state it was in before, and he forces Afternoon to exit. Ben is now up, and angry, and as soon as Ivor reaches his feet, Ben attempts to hit the AOK, but Ivor pushes him away. As he returns, Ivor goes for a kick to the groin, but Ben avoids it and nails the Dr. Feelgood’s Secret Recipe! Ben is able to get over and tag Afternoon, and Ivor crawls to make the tag to Pat. Pat runs in and hits a few punches to Afternoon, and because he is a bit hurt, most of them hit Afternoon. All of a sudden though, Afternoon ducks and locks Pat in the Molson Lock! Pat looks like he’s in pain, but Ivor manages to break up the move. Ben comes back into the ring and drags Ivor to the corner, and hits him with a few punches. He then lifts Ivor to the top rope, and then climbs up, obviously about to attempt the Live Wire AOK, but Ivor manages to recover and push Ben off of the turnbuckle, right to the outside of the ring! Ben seems out, and Afternoon now has to fend for himself. Ivor gets off of the turnbuckle, as Afternoon punches Pat, not even noticing Ivor.
Afternoon rebounds off of the ropes, obviously looking for some kind of running move to take out Pat, but out of nowhere, Ivor gets in his way and hits a drop toe hold. Pat obviously saw this coming, and rebounds off of the ropes and hits Afternoon with a HARD penalty kick to the temple, that rings out with a loud crack. Ben is still outside of the ring, and Ivor manages to exit to the apron. Afternoon seems totally knocked out, and possibly injured. He isn’t moving at all, and Pat drops down into the pin. The referee counts… 1 . . . 2 . . . 3!
Bell Rings
Iris: Your winners, by pinfall, and NEW Tag Team champions, The Royles!
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:04:15 GMT -5
Segment: Enter PJ Mills (Credit: Dalton) A room. A 10' x 10' room. The walls are bare, except for a single sheet of paper pinned up. Upon closer inspection, nothing is written on the paper. Blank. The rest of the room is nothing special. A bed, sofa, and television. On the sofa, however, is what matters. PJ Mills, whom of which we have a name now, sits with a strikingly beautiful woman. She is obviously someone close to PJ, with a minute amount of space between them.
{PJ looks up from the television, whats being played unrecognizable, sounds in the background.}
PJ: Hello again. Now that I have a place to call... well... home, I can properly address ACW. As you know, my name is PJ Mills, for now, thats all you need to know. This succulent number sitting next to me is my girlfriend, as well as my manager, Ashlei Phen. Say hello Ashei.
{He motions up to the young lady. She is, as PJ mentioned, stunning. Black haired Asian with a slow, seductive voice, enough to cause any adolescent kid to roll on his stomache. She looks into the camera.} [/color] Ashlei: Hello, ACW.
{She winks lightly, before returning her attention to PJ, whom continues speaking.}Thats a good girl, the hottest woman on television today. Now, onto why I'm here. First, lets check out my humble abode. Here it is.
{He stands up, holding his arms out.}
Isnt it wonderful, more then I asked for. Bed and sofa. All anyone needs. They give me a TV, whatever, gives her something to do in the extra time. I'm sure you have noticed this, too.
{He motions to the blank sheet of paper.}
This, is the reason I am here. My list. Sure, its empty now. But soon, it will have its first name, with many more to be added I'm sure. Whats this list for you ask? Well, that will be explained when the time is right, for now, you can get back to watching your wrestling.
{PJ pulls out a pen and scrawls the words "THE LIST" in bold letters at the top of the paper.}The scene fades zoomed in on the paper, now titled THE LIST. What it means, no one knows except PJ and Ashlei. Soon, though, real soon, everyone will know its purposes.
End Segment[/center]
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Post by Yoko Satoshi on Feb 21, 2007 7:04:32 GMT -5
Segment: Stingy Interview (Credit: Senator)
As the show returns, Sylvain "Pay Day" Mint is seen on the screen, getting a big cheer from the Fallout Fanatics. He's standing by with Rich Marlowe for an interview in the locker room area of the Corporate Club, while the recently returned Sgt. Pilko packs up his attire in the back from his preshow match.
Marlowe: Investigative journalist, Rich Marlowe standing here in the back of the J.P.H. Fallout Gymnasium, specifically, the Corporate Club locker room with Openweight Title challenger Sylvain Mint. Now, the people all want to know, what does it feel like to be challenging your fellow Corporate Club member for that belt?
Mint: I get paid extra for being in the main event, and for competing in a title match.
Marlowe: Are you insinuating that the belt means nothing, that the competition isn't your first priority, that you just care about the money.
Mint: You may look like a dirty commoner, but you at least have enough brain cells to realize that. Good job, you want a cookie for it?
Marlowe: No thanks, but I do have a few more questions. You were one of the pioneering champions in ACW, how would it feel to hold the top title in another fed?
Mint: It would feel like a load of work and comittments, and pressure, all of which I don't need, not now, not ever.
Marlowe: Finally, last question, as of late, the fan base here on Fallout seems to have taken an inexplicable liking to you, no matter what you do, now, does that change anything for...
Mint: I changed my mind, interview's over, get out of here, before I kick your chumpstain butt out myself!
Marlowe hightails it, as Mint stands alone in the Corporate Club locker room, with both Pilko and Marlowe gone, a strange, almost contemplative look on his face as the camera goes to the...
Fade Out
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